Stiff Limbs
AN:
Hi... Its still before midnight...
I don't own HP... never did, probably never will...
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Harry reluctantly opened up his eyes and lifted his head as something poked him and said in a squeaky voice, "Harry Potter must wake up sir. Hogwarts is looking for Harry Potter. They is being worried about you sir."
"Who's they?" Harry asked irritably.
"They is being the Professors Dumbledore and Lupin, they is looking everywhere with Professors Snape and Hagrid sir," the house elf replied. "Professor Snape is saying that you is running off most quickly after you is having a lesson with him."
"They can all go to hell," Harry muttered causing the little creature to gasp in horror.
"Harry Potter isn't meaning that is Sir?" the elf asked frightfully.
"Yes, Harry Potter is meaning that," Harry mocked the elf angrily. "Go the hell away and don't tell anyone I'm here or I'll trick Dumbledore into giving you clothes."
"Dobby is always saying hows Harry Potter is kind… I is thinking Dobby hit himself on the head too many times when he was working for the Malfoys," the poor elf said bursting into tears and popping into thin air.
Harry blinked at the House-elf's comments and wondered somewhere in the far back of his mind if Hermione's SPEW campaign wasn't working a bit. He had never heard an elf say something that implied he disliked what a human had said or done before, with the exception of Hermione wanting to free them just so they could be free.
He groaned and put his head back on his knees, regretting being short with the little creature. More pain he inflicted upon the world, but this one he could make right, he could visit the kitchens later and apologize to the house-elf.
He started to drift off towards sleep again, the short nap he took was not enough to stave off his exhaustion, but jerked his head up, still hugging his knees, and stared forward, not wanting another nightmare to visit him like the one that had haunted him. Snape had gone directly to Rita Skeeter to tell her what he had saw in Harry's memories, and of course, she wrote an article with detailed descriptions of what occurred, connecting them to his disappearance at the school in the beginning of the year, and explained how it was his own fault for being beaten. He wanted attention even before he knew he was famous, she would say, he put a violence curse on Vernon causing him to hit him, and causing Vernon to pay more attention to him than to his own son. Everyone in the Great Hall would read the article and agree… Slytherins would get on their knees asking to be beaten, Hufflepuffs once again accused him of killing Cedric, Ravenclaws would ignore him, and all of the Gryffindors, including his friends would look upon him in disgust, their hero beaten as a child was something unheard of. But one good thing came out of that dream… Neville said that he would defeat the dark lord because he wouldn't want attention; he would be able to kill the dark lord without first being subjected to horrible torture.
Harry realized he was sobbing again and angrily wiped the tears away, cursing the shields that he had built over the years, which crumbled to dust as soon as one person found out his darkest secret.
Once he had calmed down he wondered why they had sent a house elf after him, then thought sourly that Snape must have convinced Dumbledore that he was going to do something to himself. And then realized Snape surely would have told Dumbledore about his memories.
He started to hit his head against his knees in frustration. That day was just getting better and better… He really didn't want to be interrogated by Dumbledore that night… or ever in fact. That man had an annoying habit of finding out things he shouldn't know.
Maybe if he could get back to the common room he could pretend he hadn't run off and Snape was just trying to get him in more trouble, Merlin knew he tried to get him expelled or punished often enough for stupid things, like being the first one at a crime scene… maybe Dumbledore would believe it…
Harry stood up stiffly due to the cold that had penetrated into his bones. "Damn it," he whispered to himself rubbing his hands across his arms. "Why the hell did I have to go to one of the coldest damn places next to the Antarctic Circle to hide?"
He slowly walked back to the passageway brooding in his dark thoughts and pondering how to do a memory charm thinking he might be able to erase those particular memories from Snape's mind before he showed Dumbledore. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that when he emerged from the Humpbacked witch he walked straight into someone standing at the statue with his wand out in the middle of saying Dissidium.
"Harry! Where the hell have you been?" Lupin yelled keeping him from falling backward by grabbing his shoulders. "What the hell happened during your Occlumency lesson?"
Harry winced, not only at being yelled at, but also it was eerily familiar to when his uncle would shake him when not answering properly, and he was caught coming out of a passageway that went only to Honeydukes, which was in Hogsmeade.
"I was in the passage that's all, I didn't go to Honeydukes or anything, I just wanted to be alone," Harry replied quietly.
"You weren't on the map! I thought you were kidnapped! Why couldn't you go to a normal place to be alone, like the Room of Requirement? Or Binn's classroom?" Lupin asked. "Do you know how worried I was about you? You do know that Death Eaters have been snooping around here! It's been in the paper and Dumbledore's even mentioned it to the students! How could you be so stupid to leave Hogwarts' grounds?"
"I'm sorry," Harry replied softly flinching at the volume of his professor's voice and cursing Snape for making those memories resurface in full force so that he couldn't even be yelled at by his concerned professor without flinching.
"Why did you run out of Snape's office anyway?" Remus asked calming down and finally taking his hands off of Harry's shoulders.
"Didn't he tell you?" Harry asked disbelievingly.
"There wasn't precisely time," Remus said sharply. "We had to look for you."
"I'm sorry," Harry said once again.
"I'm supposed to take you to the Headmaster's office as soon as I found you," Professor Lupin said ignoring Harry's apology. "I can contact Snape, Hagrid, and Dumbledore from there to tell them that you're safe. Come along."
Harry followed Remus miserably, his last hope of keeping his secret dashed into pieces.
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AN:
Hi... Its still before midnight...
I don't own HP... never did, probably never will...
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Harry reluctantly opened up his eyes and lifted his head as something poked him and said in a squeaky voice, "Harry Potter must wake up sir. Hogwarts is looking for Harry Potter. They is being worried about you sir."
"Who's they?" Harry asked irritably.
"They is being the Professors Dumbledore and Lupin, they is looking everywhere with Professors Snape and Hagrid sir," the house elf replied. "Professor Snape is saying that you is running off most quickly after you is having a lesson with him."
"They can all go to hell," Harry muttered causing the little creature to gasp in horror.
"Harry Potter isn't meaning that is Sir?" the elf asked frightfully.
"Yes, Harry Potter is meaning that," Harry mocked the elf angrily. "Go the hell away and don't tell anyone I'm here or I'll trick Dumbledore into giving you clothes."
"Dobby is always saying hows Harry Potter is kind… I is thinking Dobby hit himself on the head too many times when he was working for the Malfoys," the poor elf said bursting into tears and popping into thin air.
Harry blinked at the House-elf's comments and wondered somewhere in the far back of his mind if Hermione's SPEW campaign wasn't working a bit. He had never heard an elf say something that implied he disliked what a human had said or done before, with the exception of Hermione wanting to free them just so they could be free.
He groaned and put his head back on his knees, regretting being short with the little creature. More pain he inflicted upon the world, but this one he could make right, he could visit the kitchens later and apologize to the house-elf.
He started to drift off towards sleep again, the short nap he took was not enough to stave off his exhaustion, but jerked his head up, still hugging his knees, and stared forward, not wanting another nightmare to visit him like the one that had haunted him. Snape had gone directly to Rita Skeeter to tell her what he had saw in Harry's memories, and of course, she wrote an article with detailed descriptions of what occurred, connecting them to his disappearance at the school in the beginning of the year, and explained how it was his own fault for being beaten. He wanted attention even before he knew he was famous, she would say, he put a violence curse on Vernon causing him to hit him, and causing Vernon to pay more attention to him than to his own son. Everyone in the Great Hall would read the article and agree… Slytherins would get on their knees asking to be beaten, Hufflepuffs once again accused him of killing Cedric, Ravenclaws would ignore him, and all of the Gryffindors, including his friends would look upon him in disgust, their hero beaten as a child was something unheard of. But one good thing came out of that dream… Neville said that he would defeat the dark lord because he wouldn't want attention; he would be able to kill the dark lord without first being subjected to horrible torture.
Harry realized he was sobbing again and angrily wiped the tears away, cursing the shields that he had built over the years, which crumbled to dust as soon as one person found out his darkest secret.
Once he had calmed down he wondered why they had sent a house elf after him, then thought sourly that Snape must have convinced Dumbledore that he was going to do something to himself. And then realized Snape surely would have told Dumbledore about his memories.
He started to hit his head against his knees in frustration. That day was just getting better and better… He really didn't want to be interrogated by Dumbledore that night… or ever in fact. That man had an annoying habit of finding out things he shouldn't know.
Maybe if he could get back to the common room he could pretend he hadn't run off and Snape was just trying to get him in more trouble, Merlin knew he tried to get him expelled or punished often enough for stupid things, like being the first one at a crime scene… maybe Dumbledore would believe it…
Harry stood up stiffly due to the cold that had penetrated into his bones. "Damn it," he whispered to himself rubbing his hands across his arms. "Why the hell did I have to go to one of the coldest damn places next to the Antarctic Circle to hide?"
He slowly walked back to the passageway brooding in his dark thoughts and pondering how to do a memory charm thinking he might be able to erase those particular memories from Snape's mind before he showed Dumbledore. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that when he emerged from the Humpbacked witch he walked straight into someone standing at the statue with his wand out in the middle of saying Dissidium.
"Harry! Where the hell have you been?" Lupin yelled keeping him from falling backward by grabbing his shoulders. "What the hell happened during your Occlumency lesson?"
Harry winced, not only at being yelled at, but also it was eerily familiar to when his uncle would shake him when not answering properly, and he was caught coming out of a passageway that went only to Honeydukes, which was in Hogsmeade.
"I was in the passage that's all, I didn't go to Honeydukes or anything, I just wanted to be alone," Harry replied quietly.
"You weren't on the map! I thought you were kidnapped! Why couldn't you go to a normal place to be alone, like the Room of Requirement? Or Binn's classroom?" Lupin asked. "Do you know how worried I was about you? You do know that Death Eaters have been snooping around here! It's been in the paper and Dumbledore's even mentioned it to the students! How could you be so stupid to leave Hogwarts' grounds?"
"I'm sorry," Harry replied softly flinching at the volume of his professor's voice and cursing Snape for making those memories resurface in full force so that he couldn't even be yelled at by his concerned professor without flinching.
"Why did you run out of Snape's office anyway?" Remus asked calming down and finally taking his hands off of Harry's shoulders.
"Didn't he tell you?" Harry asked disbelievingly.
"There wasn't precisely time," Remus said sharply. "We had to look for you."
"I'm sorry," Harry said once again.
"I'm supposed to take you to the Headmaster's office as soon as I found you," Professor Lupin said ignoring Harry's apology. "I can contact Snape, Hagrid, and Dumbledore from there to tell them that you're safe. Come along."
Harry followed Remus miserably, his last hope of keeping his secret dashed into pieces.
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